She was here in support of the Arrows, more specifically, the few players on the team that had used her services.
Therese had forced herself this past year to keep her life separate from the quidditch players that she helped and from the players that got her in
trouble, but after a few insistent invitations she'd accepted. And now, she was wondering why she'd even hesitated! The atmosphere was wonderful, the Arrows were a great team to be celebrating, and there was an open bar!
An open bar fixed everything!
Of course, she was a lady and would not end up passed out under a table because of her drinking habits, but deciding on nursing only
one rather potent drink that was equal to about
four typical ones, well. She may have
thought she was doing the smart thing, and would keep telling herself that. Therese turned to take in the sights and sounds of the evening, but was surprised at the quidditch player standing less than a foot away from her.
"Oh," Therese said, holding her drink close. Actually, she hadn't been this close to Michal in
months, she hadn't even seen him in---Therese took a big gulp of her drink and then placed it back on the bar. This was probably just a coincidence, he hadn't
meant to approach her, her hair
was lighter than he'd last seen it and---She unconsciously patted it down, silently scolding herself for hoping he liked it. "Hello, would you--a drink? Getting a drink?"
